Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.